I’m non compos mentes,And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist,For I’m non compos mentes.

Who knows?Could be the tropic heatOr something that I eat,That makes me gonzo.I do carry on so, for I’m going bananas,Someone book me a room in the hot haciendo with all my mananasFor I’m going bananas.

There’s bats in my belfry.Won’t you make sure this straightjacket’s tight,Otherwise I might get myself free.Yes, there’s bats in my belfry.

Who knows?Could be the wine I drinkOr it’s the way I think,That makes me gonzo.Oh, Doctor Alonzo says I’m going bananas,Someone get me a bed in the Casa de Loco for all my mananas,For I’m going bananas.Yes, I’m going bananas.Si, I’m going bananas.